Martyn Bates - Aftertaste of Old
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Head pushed back
to lean against the soaring life
that sears so tall and so high
Into the morning's troubled murmur
Running thru all of my sight

Stealthily
I am taken
Drawn oh so slowly
Clouding thru all of the air
Filling out my senses coloring eyes
Running thru all of my sight
Every breath and in very glimmering whisper
That's in me
And all thru all of the day

Rubbing shoulders
with a forgotten feeling
Recollection leaves an aftertaste

In very breath and in very glimmering whisper
That's in me
And all thru all of the day
Rubbing shoulders
with a forgotten feeling
Recollection leaves an aftertaste